Chapter 3 “The Shooter”

There was something foul in the air, it swept over Mike quickly.

He stood in front of the girl quickly.

“What?! What is it?!” the girl exclaimed.

Mike was alert and focused. “I don’t know, I just have this gut feeling,”

There was quietness for a few moments; the girl put her hand to her face, a little afraid.

“It’s him, it’s got to be,” she said hesitantly.

Mike looked back at her, as if awaiting an explanation. “Him?”

Just then, Mike felt his left ear braced by something, clipping him.

He let out a howl, and immediately knew he was being fired at.

“Run! I’ll cover you,” Mike said.

The girl instinctively obeyed, within seconds there was a heard of gunfire running by and close to them.

It seemed they were mostly aiming at Mike, but he couldn’t even see anyone.

He kept looking the direction of where the bullets were coming from, but he couldn’t see a soul.

The girl was screaming terribly, as if recognizing the danger.

Then, she stopped. “PLEASE!!”

The moment the words came off her lips, the firing stopped.

Mike and the girl were now standing next to a pile of rubble, and a few sharpened poles in the ground.

The girl pushed herself in front of Mike.

“I…I give myself up, just please, don’t kill him, he’s innocent,” she said.

There was tension now; Mike still didn’t see anyone.

Then, somebody stepped forth, as if coming from thin air.

He was a strong looking chameleon.

His eyes were very blunt and in your face, as was the way he moved.

He wore a tall jacket, and wielded a long silver handgun.

And instead of his head shaping upward like a normal chameleon, he had a fuzzy bunch of fur along the top of his head.

He was a sooty grey color, with a stripe through the front of his face.

“So, you’re actually giving up Lindy?” he said, in a gruffly voice.

“Yes…I’m tired of running anyway…” she said.

“What are you talking about? What has this young girl done to deserve you SHOOTING at her?!” Mike said.

“Why should you care?” the chameleon said.

“Because you were CLEARLY shooting at me as well,” said Mike. “And she’s just a sweet little girl who just got herself caught,”

“Oh is THAT what she told you?” he scoffed.

The girl looked down with a sad expression.

“Just who are you anyway?” Mike was very suspicious of this person; he kept a glared eye pointed at him.

The chameleon smoothly put his gun in his holster, with his hands in his jacket pockets.

“My name is Sarki, I am a paid investigator, and assign. Heh, now that I think about it, you’re the first person to hear that without getting killed, you’re just lucky I didn’t know who you were, because I could have easily shot you,” he said. “And this, ‘sweet little girl’ is responsible for the deaths of countless people,”

Mike’s eyes opened up, he didn’t know what to think.

Sure he’d only just met the girl, but he was very good at reading people, and he didn’t catch a wrong feeling in her at all.

“You must be mistaken,” Mike insisted.

“No…he’s right…” she said. “Only it wasn’t my fault! You have to believe me!”

“I don’t understand,” Mike said.

“She was under that rock, because she’d destroyed my weapon, and I had to pin her down to retrieve another one,” Sarki said, coming up to her.

Mike was horrified; he put a gun right up to her head.

He had seconds to react! She was shaking as she felt the cold metal pressed against her forehead.

Mike grabbed the other side of the handgun and flipped it.

The gun fired, hitting an old signpost.

Lindy screamed again, and then started running as fast as she could in the opposite direction.

Mike got hold of the gun, but Sarki vanished right in front of him.

“He’s blending in so I can’t see him!” Mike thought to himself, trying to find a way to get rid of the gun.

End chapter